POV: you used to hide in the car or closet

My journey from a life filled with fear, where hiding in my car or closet felt like the only safe haven from an abuser, has been a long and challenging one. There were days marked by deep despair, crying and begging for safety, for a fresh start, and for a love that felt truly secure. The physical and emotional open wounds were constant reminders of what I endured, slowly, painfully, becoming healing scars. One of the biggest turning points for me, even before I could physically leave, was finding a way to process everything. My journals were my best friend during those dark times. They became a silent confidante, a place where I could pour out all my fears, dreams, and the desperate longing for freedom. Writing helped me see patterns, acknowledge my feelings, and slowly, courageously, plan my escape. It wasn't about a sudden grand exit; it was about countless small steps, each one fueled by the hope that brighter days were ahead. Leaving was terrifying. The unknown felt like a vast ocean, and the trust issues I carried from past experiences made it hard to imagine a life where I felt truly safe in another's arms. But I knew I couldn't stay. I learned that even being alone for a while was infinitely better than feeling alone while sitting next to the person who was supposed to love me. It’s okay to scream, or cry, or leave. That courage, however small, is the first step towards getting free from abuse. The healing process is not linear. There are still moments, even now, when memories resurface. But the difference is, I'm safe now. I've learned to build a life filled with genuine connection and support. Finding a partner who consistently shows up, who actively takes on a loving father role, and who understands the depth of my past struggles has been a blessing beyond measure. He helps me see my car and closet not as places of hiding, but as ordinary spaces in a home filled with love and new adventures. My experience has taught me that transformation is possible, no matter how bleak things seem. My deepest desire is to be a light to others who might be where I once was. If my story and advice can reach even one person and help them find their path to freedom, then it's a beautiful win. Remember, you are so amazing, mama. Don't sell yourself short. Don't waste time if it doesn't serve you and your children. You are capable of handling whatever life throws at you, and truly, brighter days ARE ahead. Pray on it, trust in your strength, and know you deserve peace.